As time goes by, the election day for the Lord of Zhongye City continues to draw closer, and all the candidates of the fourteen forces almost seem to have disappeared from the world of Zhongtian City. The young princes who used to be so arrogant and can be seen everywhere are all here.
He disappeared during an extremely important day. Without these dandy boys, places like Zhongtian Tower and Qingwan have lost their previous liveliness. It seems that they have lost a few important guests and their fortunes have dropped a lot.
Zhongtian City seems to have returned to peace. Mortals are living the lives of mortals, and warriors are living the lives of warriors. There are no major events, and there are no small fights. It seems that the whole world has become quiet, even the various people.
The scattered lines of big forces scattered in the city have also converged a lot.
However, no one thinks that Zhongtian City will calm down. Everyone knows that with the coming of that competition, the distribution of interests among the fourteen forces in Zhongtian City will undergo fundamental changes. Maybe the Ming family will no longer be Zhongtian City.
The owner of Tiancheng, maybe the Zhong family will enter Zhongtian City majestically, or maybe another force will emerge and make waves in the first military capital of the mainland... In short, the world is changing, no one can say for sure.
After the competition, Zhongtian City will undergo radical changes.
The only thing they are sure of is that the candidates of the fourteen forces, those who are known as the best in the family, are being locked up somewhere at this moment. In order to have more chances of winning in the competition, they are desperately trying to improve their abilities.
Skill.
Even Feng Jueyu is no exception.
The backyard of Dingxin Pavilion had been cleared out more than ten days ago. From the entrance of the backyard to the flower corridor and the pavilion in the inner courtyard, there was no one except Feng Jueyu. The purpose of Wang Jiutong's doing this was to give Feng Jueyu
A pure place so that he can make final preparations for the competition with peace of mind.
In the antique training room, Feng Jueyu sat cross-legged, his hands gently placed on his knees, his whole body remained motionless, as peaceful as a statue. As the impermanent magic of life and death began to move, his body surface slowly
Slowly, it was shrouded in two dense clouds, one white and one black. These two masses of the purest and most primitive breath from heaven and earth isolated Feng Jueyu from the world. If Mingdong City, Ding Hezhong was alive, or even Jin Yizi was present, Feng Jueyu would definitely find out
The mysterious aura emanating from Yu's body.
This breath seemed to blend Feng Jueyu into the air. Even if he felt it with his heart, it was difficult to detect his presence. This feeling was so magical that only masters who had reached the same level could find some clues.
The pinnacle of the third level of Shenwu!
Extremely close to the fourth level of Shenwu.
That's right, in more than half a month, Feng Jueyu's cultivation level has improved significantly. He went from the second level of Shenwu to the third level of Shenwu with almost no effort, and the final peak of the third level of Shenwu brought him very close to the fourth level of Shenwu.
The span of two consecutive levels in half a month. Even if I say it now, no one will believe it, because it is completely impossible. Even if it is an initiation and transfer of skills, it depends on the talent and physical fitness of the recipient.
Complete absorption.
But Feng Jueyu did it, and the reason was all because of Dihuang Dan.
At this moment, Feng Jueyu's whole body was wrapped in a thick layer of green thin substance, and his body was exuding a little bit of the essence of brilliance. It was rumored among warriors that the phenomenon of scattered stars and blue would only appear after reaching the third level of Shenwu. Shenwu
The second level of the realm is green, which means that the realm of Shenwu has reached a higher level. The color of the true energy changes from light to medium with emerald green to blue. The blue color of the third level of Shenwu will spread like dots of stars.
And the fourth level of Shenwu is the star shining in the sky.
If you observe carefully, Feng Jueyu's whole body is almost transparent at this moment, and the true energy flowing in the meridians is like bright silk threads running through the four major meridians of Tianren, Tiandu, Diyang, and Diyin.
One of the opened acupoints wanders around, and those opened acupoints reach a total of eighty-eight. Each one is an independent Dantian, which is equivalent to the total real energy of eighty-eight masters of the same level. If you take just one
The pen connected all the acupoints together, and Feng Jueyu's meridians were like a shining gun head, filled with sharp aura.
A total of eighty-eight "dantian" means that Feng Jueyu has inexhaustible true energy. Even if he is surrounded by masters, as long as the opponent is not too powerful, Feng Jueyu can drag the opponent to death. Or, some extremely powerful
Feng Jueyu can use moves that consume real energy, such as the third move of the Red Lightning Sword Technique, without any worries, without having to worry about the consumption of real energy.
This is the power of the magical power of impermanence of life and death.
Moreover, there are thousands of acupuncture points in the human body, and he only opened less than a hundred. This shows what it would be like if all the acupoints were transformed into Dantian.
After returning the true energy to Bai Qiao, Feng Jueyu slowly stood up and counted the time with his fingers. There was still one day left before the competition. He knew that he would never be able to complete the breakthrough to the fourth level of Shenwu before the competition.
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Feng Jueyu's original idea was to use Dihuang Pill to reach the fourth level of Shenwu, so that he might be able to deal with the masters of the fifth level of Shenwu. Although this preparation was a bit exaggerated, he still felt that there was no harm in being fully prepared. However, on the one hand, it was true.
The reason for Yuan's accumulation is, on the one hand, experience. The fourth level of Shenwu has always been aloof from him.
"Alas, it seems we have to wait until after the competition!"
Feng Jueyu sighed bitterly, which immediately aroused Long Ao's dissatisfaction: "You kid, be content with what you have. If people knew that you had risen to almost two levels in half a month, you would scare them to death."
,Besides, if you are at the third level of Shenwu, is the difference between the fourth level and the middle level of Qiwu?"
"What's the meaning?"
Long Ao said: "Although I am a dragon and don't know much about your human cultivation methods, you have never heard of the saying of going from mortal to saint?"
"From mortal to saint?" Feng Jueyu scratched his head. Not to mention, this statement is not difficult to understand, but what does it have to do with the third and fourth levels of Shenwu?
Long Ao did not hesitate to take the opportunity to attack Feng Jueyu and said: "Don't you understand? The difference between martial arts and Xuan Dao is the difference between mortals and saints. Think about Xing Kun, why his magic power can activate the aura of heaven and earth.
The formation of mysterious martial arts is because he is already transcendent, and transcendence requires a process."
"I understand. The process you are talking about is the fourth level of Shenwu." Feng Jueyu suddenly understood. Now he finally understood why Long Ao asked him to find someone to deal with Xing Kun. At worst, he had to reach the fourth level of Shenwu.
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The fourth level of Shenwu and the third level of Shenwu are basically two concepts.
Long Ao nodded and said: "Yes, it can be said that the fourth level of Shenwu is the beginning of transformation from mortal to saint. Each level will give warriors different feelings, just like our orcs transform from their original bodies into humans. First, they undergo changes in their heads.
We have to go through a very difficult period. Human martial arts and the cultivation methods of the beast race are different and lead to the same goal."
Afraid that Feng Jueyu would not understand, Long Ao added: "You haven't come into contact with a real master, so you don't know how powerful martial arts are. In the grand world of Hongtu, there are many martial arts that are restricted to levels, and there is no powerful realm.
It is impossible to display powerful martial arts at all, and this experience must be overcome through a breakthrough in realm."
"So that's it. I said that I only feel the power of true energy, but my consciousness is still not as good as Ming Dongcheng, Ding Hezhong and the others...it turns out it's because of the realm." At this time, Feng Jueyu completely understood.
"Oh, just be satisfied. It's an election anyway, and there aren't any strong opponents. It's enough."
While the two were talking, there was suddenly a knock on the door, and Feng Jueyu couldn't help but be startled.
Wang Jiutong has placed Shangguan Ruomeng and several other girls in the front yard so that Feng Jueyu can practice with peace of mind. It's nothing big, and no one will come to disturb him rashly. He knocks on the door like this.
Urgent, what happened?
Feng Jueyu opened the door, and it was Li Tong'er who came in. The little girl was breathing and panting, with a pair of plump little round breasts rising and falling. She put her slender hands on the edge of the door and came in and said: "Brother, it's not good.
, Mr. Wang is injured."
"The old man is injured?" Feng Jueyu's heart tightened: "Did the alchemy go too far?"
When Wang Jiutong was refining alchemy, there were several signs of going crazy. Fortunately, he didn't hurt himself. Apart from that, Feng Jueyu really didn't expect that this old man who was always approachable would be injured because of other things.
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But Li Tong'er's answer was completely beyond Feng Jueyu's expectation: "No, no, Mr. Wang went to collect medicine outside the city and was injured."
"What?" Feng Jueyu thought he heard wrong. Are you kidding? Wang Jiutong is also a master of the first level of Shenwu. Who has the ability to hurt him even if he hurts him?
"Is the injury serious?"
Li Tong'er: "It's okay, but two ribs were broken. But according to Mr. Wang, the person who hurt him is very angry as Xing Kun imagined."
"Xing Kun?"
Feng Jueyu trembled: "Impossible, isn't Xing Kun dead?"
Long Ao also felt that something was fishy, and immediately urged Feng Jueyu: "Stop asking, go over and take a look."
So Feng Jueyu followed Li Tong'er to the front yard. As soon as he entered Wang Jiutong's residence, he saw a large room of people gathered around the bed. Wang Jiutong's face was filled with black air, as if he had been smeared with charcoal, and was extremely black after being poisoned.
, and as he approached the house, Feng Jueyu immediately noticed an astonishing demonic energy emanating from Wang Jiutong's body.
"It is indeed demonic." Feng Jueyu felt cold and walked over.
In the room, Gong Yangyu, Shangguan Ruomeng, Sima Ruyu, Yi Bingyan, Han Baobao, and Shangguan Ruofan were all there. Even Zhu Yeqing received the news and rushed over. Seeing Feng Jueyu coming, they all got out of the way.
Road.
Zhu Yeqing once participated in the battle to eliminate demons. Among them, his cultivation level was the highest except for Feng Jueyu and Wang Jiutong. He was no different from Gong Yang. Zhu Yeqing came up and said in a solemn tone: "Brother,